Instrumental. Bullshit!. Drop. This is pure noise. Breakdown. Oh my god. What kind of *** is this?. A musical rubbish. This music is just fuckin' stupid!. This isn't real music. This is pure noise
afternoon,. I eat load of rubbish food,. I get bored,. I get annoyed,. Is it me or is it teenage chemistry?. I think you sometimes think I’m stuck in reverse. But trust me I’m moving I’m walking round the
preach their nothingness at home But the wise men came together. With the hope to free mankind of the rubbish. That had gathered in God's name. To embrace and trust each other. In the search for the
card. I'll be the rubbish, you'll be the bin. I'll be the paint on the sign if you'll be the tin Just for you, here's a love song. Just for you, here's a love song. And it makes me glad to say. It's
. (My white bicycle). . See that man, he’s all alone. Looks so happy but he’s far from home. I ring my bell and smile at him. Then kick over his rubbish bin. . My white bicycle. (My white bicycle